1983 (age 13) was a crazy year for me, reading wise. The previous year I’d discovered The Lord of the Rings trilogy in the school library two days after my birthday. [A poem has already been written about this, though it might be cannibalised/expanded to fit the format of these Lawrence’s Maxim poems. Potentially interesting aside: I actually read the trilogy before The Hobbit not realising they were connected.]

That year I also dove headlong into fantasy in a big way. The Belgariad, The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant, Pratchett’s first Discworld, The Colour of Magic, The original Shannara Trilogy, The Mists of Avalon, The Neverending Story with its coloured text, Mary Stewart’s Arthurian Saga, the first 4 or 5 L. Frank Baum Oz books, Watership Down & Duncton Wood, Prince Ombra, Ursula K. Le Guin’s Earthsea series, The Books of the Isle series & countless others in that & subsequent years. Many (if not most) of these books I still own.

And the book which forms the subject of this poem. Magician by Raymond E. Feist. Note: As with last Saturday’s poem I’ve played with the layout so you’ll need to click on the image to enlarge to get the full effect. I’m intending them all to ultimately form a sequence.

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Lawrence’s Maxim 02 – Magician

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Day 12 Factoid – my personalised magic book 

gareth’s grimoire 

a grimoire is a book of spells : a magic textbook : providing instruction in

producing : talismen  potions &  amulets
performing : spells  charms &  enchantments
summoning &/or invoking : the cornucopia of supernatural 
     entities such as angels  demons & the whole
     potpourri of  miscellaneous sprites
divining : things others don’t want known but you do

the only chapter i would want 
in a grimoire of my own is one entitled 

How to pause time           long enough to read every book I’ve ever wanted